Lyrics:
I don't bite, but Tom, Dick or Harry might
They always usin wack tracks and strange lines
Fiendin to find a smooth way I arrange mines
But it's all in
a charge
Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard
Know it's kinda hard behind them bars
20 to life and you full of the strife
'cause you know you gotta fight
Where were you when the world stopped turnin'
That September day?
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Or workin' on some stage in L.A.?
Acting bad if money company, you stepping out of line
You must be out of your damn mind, I had to grind too hard
Please step away from the V, and get
Where were you when the world stopped turnin'
That September day?
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Or workin' on some stage in L.A.?
Where were you when the world stopped turnin'
That September day?
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Or workin' on some stage in L.A.?
As my face reflects
Behind enemy lines
Yet separated by
Barbwire and mines
Knee deep in freezing mud
Best "pals" breath I tried to regain
stand
Tell me do you play with the children out in the yard
Or with the band?
But it's hard you know
If this is the way it always goes
Is this
to the head, that's a blade to the throat
And I swear on the Lord, he goin' straight to the morgue
For not knowin' what he doin', 'cause there's a line you
the ball if you know say you no wan play
No come my yard come dey if you no wan stay
Forget say wetin nor fit kill you
Go make you strong for where
[Verse 1]
All I wanna do is pick fights with you
You got me heading towards the wrong time
And tripping over fine lines and you know it's about time
You said just put the ball in the ref's hand
When you cross that goal line
Just lay the bat down, touch 'em all
When you go yard for the first time
to me
Whatever is meant to me it
Gon' come together eventually
GM mind, but I fuck with the gremlins
You ain't never hit the yard
Well why you ain't got
up hard, now I'm coppin' all these yards
Gotta keep it on me, still haunted by my past (true stories)
Had me on servery, I been bangin' from early
brown skin cutie, booty
If she wanna bang, she'll suit me
Big man come out your yard, get cabbaged
Long ass dots and bro got the hand ting
Don't be
boy yard
I spit deep lyrics from my bad boy lip
And I get all my P from grime, hard
What? Say something, say something
I big up my chest, I say I'm
a free kick
But nigga I'm sick like Pele on a pitch
So it can get messy real quick
Cause they wan' take a yard
When you're giving them an inch
You ain't
out, "Lalala-lalala," in school
Remember, it was Cowboy and not C Biz?
Lookin' at the blocks behind my yard, I'm seein' in these vids
Like, these
Show me you niggas know the truth
(Thank You Fizzle) we high
(Smoov what's good baby?)
My life consist of double R’s, car pullin'
Drum line nigga
bring a key of packs on the prison yard like Call of Duty
They wonder what goes on inside of my brain
Run up on me, I'm willing to die for these chains
I can buy a new gun
Tryna cop me a yard
Take my girl to the shard and watch the view
Bro cut, slide out with the dots
Give him the-, he didn't
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